RWA Conference – Day 1

We successfully made it to Times Square with all of our crap. This was heavily facilitated by Joel, the driver of the car service our lovely niece hooked us up with. Joel’s name is pronounced Jo-el. It reminded Amylynn of Superman’s dad. Anyway, he lugged all of our stuff to the car while we kissed the cutest terrorist kitty in the entire world a whole bunch of times on the neck. Oh my god that kitty is cute.

The hotel room is massive. Amylynn was led to believe by a cynical Ava that the hotel room in NYC would be itty bitty. Our room is easily twice the size of the miniature apartment we stayed in this week. Poor Nicole — she was so gracious while our luggage took up every negotiable bit of space.

The Literacy Signing was epic. The crowd was bigger than we’d ever seen. The noise was epic, and yet it was fun. We collected an orphan who is in the running for the Rita for First Book and Inspirational. She was a lovely woman and we took her with us to dinner. We felt awful when the restaurant

Just substitute shoe for drugs

totally forgot to bring her dinner. Finally it was comped, but it was a disaster.

We also found another lady’s id and medicine and raisins (of all things). We had the front desk call her room because we didn’t like the idea of leaving oxycodone with someone who could sell it in Times Square for $10 a pill. Although, she took so long to get her butt down to the lobby to meet us, we seriously considered it. We can only assume a person who loses her id and drugs must be drunk. So we watched all the people streaming out of the elevators trying to find the drunk one. She finally showed up, possibly drunk, certainly wonky.

So we’ve done our good deeds. We’ll be rooting for a new friend to win her Rita and watching out for drunks.